Snake on the Backfoot

In the dimly lit metallic hallways, a black-haired young man dashed frantically, jumping from shadow to shadow with a mana communicator in hand.

Dweezel had no idea where the hell Chaos was, which, as far as he was concerned, was a cause for extreme worry.

He did not know why the treacherous terrorist commander suddenly jumped ship at the last moment and joined his side.

However, the sincerity the bastard showed, which included suddenly ratting out most, if not all, of Sanada's plans, along with participating in the entrapment of Shye Crowley, made him reconsider taking the Hadean Varsa Commander under his wing.

Chaos was undeniably a mighty individual who was probably stronger in combat than even Primo—his firstborn.

He would be a decent addition to his chess pieces—a high-ranking piece at that.

If everything the eccentric commander said was a lie, then the guy wouldn't allow himself to be subjected to an orb of truth interrogation.